Co-exist
Between life and death, there is a hiatus, an uncompleted breath
it's like when you're sleeping but not dreaming but you're conscious of the nothingness that has become for just a second,
everything
For a while, wind wants to be visible
The bird wants to walk and the human wants to fly
It's like seeking something we could not have
We are paralyzed by our thoughts
I'm eating hallucinations. I'm feeling colors
Anger. Anxiety. Depression. Fear.
Imagine these feelings
Are a natural disaster.
I am so fragile, and these feelings never left me without harm
So death is my refuge
I run
Till the moment I put the knife on my neck
Then
I remember that I am a human
feeling melancholy is a part of my existence
And dying is ways failing the game of life
Life is just a result of two random possibilities
take it, leave it, grow out of it
It's okay to not be okey~~
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